5 Perks of Being a Dominatrix

Over at BUST.com, writer Emilie Branch interviews a friend who also happens to be a dominatrix. The interviewee — who isn’t identified by her real name — works at a dungeon in New York, where she’s been since she developed an interest in burlesque, which led to fetish, which led to porn, which led to domme-ing.

Having known a domme or two but never having heard the details of their work (except the occasional “and then I peed on him” story, but we’ve all been there, so it’s like, tell me something I don’t know), I was intrigued to see that the job has some unexpected perks. Here are a few, based on what I learned from the BUST interview:

Getting all your anger out without the high cost of therapy! “[Sometimes], I walk in wearing head to toe latex and spend the next hour yelling and hitting and punching and kicking and spitting…” Sounds a lot better than punching a pillow, if you ask me.

Flexible schedule. You can line up appointments however you want if you work in the right dungeon.

FREE CANDY. The BUST interviewee has this to say: “It’s cool to just be some ratty little girl who can force a grown man to drive in from Jersey to buy me a candy bar and bring it to my building at 2am for no reason.” YES.

Practice with insults, reducing the “that’s what I should have said” factor in day-to-day interactions. “I also have a quicker wit and am a better arguer from that whole coming-up-with-insults-for-an-hour-at-a-time thing.”